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Finesse


This takes finesse and focus,

None of which you have.

This artful dance

On that fine line

Between love

And hate.

You treat me like shit, sometimes,

But we all know better.

We all know you don’t loathe me,

That you

(at least)

Love me as a friend.

Perhaps something more.

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